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Writer’s Blog: Stardate 3-2012

Last night, before flipping the ‘cruise control’ part of my brain on, I printed off the first 100 pages of the re-write of the first draft from the novel I’m currently working on, so that they’d be ready to read first thing this morning. Then I picked up my ‘recommended read’ of the moment – “Jumper” by Steven Gould – and spent the rest of the evening living vicariously through some other authors fantasy novel.  

At 4AM this morning the character’s in my novel began calling my name, and after fifteen minutes of trying to ignore them, I crawled out of bed, put on the coffee and settled down to read what I’d re-written to this point so I could determine if it was a keeper or would there be funeral services later in the week.

Two hours and two cups of coffee later, I put them down, stretched my arms over my head and yelled “Yes Lord. Thank you God. They’ll be no memorial this week.”

Does this sound like bragging? You bet your bottom dollar girlfriend. After weeks of agonizing over plot lines, dialogue and scene flow, I was able to put down the last sheet of bright white and feel good about what I’d accomplished.

Is it ready for an editor to see? No. Is it ready for anyone other than my mother to read (who by the way loves me enough to be honest and tell me when something needs to just go in the ‘mercy delete’ file)? Maybe. (I’ve asked a couple of writer friends to take a look and let me know what they think.) Did it pump my adrenaline enough to make me want to jump up and continue writing immediately? Most definitely! Does it make me want to throw a party? Only if you promise to bring my friend Rikki’s swedish meatballs and cheese cake.

So after my  daily thirty minute mid- morning walkabout on the tread mill, followed by an 8 oz. protein shake,  I’m back at the keyboard, typing  full throttle at 60 wpm, while trying to convince my dog Teddi,  (a 12 yr old Chihuahua and fearless defender of justice) that if he’ll just give me ten more minutes to write,  I promise we’ll go for a walk.

From the laptop of an uncensored dreamer


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